i’m not usually struck by the “x things you should have known before you turned y" type of lists, but this one is definitely worth reading. these seem like some pretty solid guidelines for people in general (not only girls/women — in fact, there are no gendered words in the entire list except for the second sentence of #4… and if you disregard that sentence it still makes sense, so).
a list poem for working-class girls trying to grow up and into themselves
1. It is okay to leave anyone and anything and anyplace that makes you feel like shit. It’s hard, but it’s okay. And fuck explaining anything to anyone, unless you want to. Let them fucking wonder.
2. Know who the fuck you are. Not just on some touchy-feely fuzzy pretty-on-the-inside tip, but knowing who you are racially, culturally, in relationship to your sexuality, gender and your class- is a source of your power. You define that for you. Don’t ever let anyone else tell you who you are. This may change in time, as you grow and learn more. That’s okay. Manage any shame or guilt you may feel through acts of accountability.
3. Be accountable for what you do. This means owning up to how you fuck up, just as much as it means owning and defending the contested space you fill. You will fuck up, and only you can seek atonement for this. You will need to defend yourself, and rarely will anyone do that work for you. Acknowledging both your mistakes and your rights as equally important.
THE ADJUSTABLE CLAMPERSAND
The Adjustable Clampersand is a rare and precious thing : a true Core77-born commodity. Its first inkling was an original Coretoon by Tony Ruth, showing the typographical tool in sketchy form. And now, with much hard work and horn-tooting, you can find the fully-fledged and functional Clampersand. The glittering conjunction is made from aluminum, cast at the Batavia Foundry outside of Chicago.
Tony is a designer, illustrator and occasional cartoonist from Chicago, a bacon enthusiast, and inventor of the adjustable Clampersand. Mechanical design by Tim Haley of Tangible.
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Describe yourself in two words.
haha… accurate. on many levels.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
I don’t want to love you anymore because I forgot how to love myself. I won’t shower, or eat, or sleep, or smile for days. These are things I want to love, again, more than you.
In the past five years or so, increasing numbers of people I know have started talking about and practicing polyamory. Queer and trans people in the communities I participate in have been spending more time discussing these ideas together and generating analysis about them. Many people still recite the common advice “that can’t work,” but as many of us live consistently with identities and practices that we’ve been told our whole lives cannot work, I see people consistently resisting the “common sense” of monogamy just as we resist the “common sense” we inherit about race, class, gender and sexuality in our culture.
this is obviously the best tattoo.
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
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